Now that I have started to go to school for a medical profession there are a lot of things that you have to do to get going for school and the profession. One of them for me is taking a CPR class. Normal enough right, lots of people do it.
It was normal, I guess. Well, honestly I felt weird. I did what was asked and learned what all I need to do to help save someone. Pushing down on the manikin, I just was kinda dazed out on the feeling of the chest compressions. 30 and 2, 30 and 2. What did it feel like, the pressure from someone pushing down on my chest trying to give enough force to push my heart to start again. The breaths that go in and let the chest raise and fall.
I just kept imagining myself, and my friends going to work and being able to set aside that their friend was so close to death to be calm and composed to do what was needed. 30 and 2, 30 and 2. I guess for me I just get a different perspective, there were moments I thought I might have lost it, but I think it was knowing I could give back one day what others have given me.
If anything, having the CPR training is truly an amazing thing to have. Sometimes it’s just you and the person, or help can’t get to you in time. You are the first in the line of defense to help someone live.